Akilah Ganem, will yuh marry me?”Akilah was in shock. Jill was frozen with her mouth hanging open. Even George was waiting on tenterhooks for the an...wer.“You are serious, Josh?” Akilah asked, “This is not a joke?”“I have nevuh been mawh serious in my life.”“What would your parents say about us?”“I don’t care,” Josh averred firmly, “What would your parents say about us?”“I do not really care either, actually,” Akilah said, then suddenly jumped on Josh, “Yes. Yes. Yes, I’ll marry you. Of. The canal was on my right side and down the left side there were trees. I got past the bridge where I met the biker guy and down to my left there was a picnic table by a creek. There was a guy sitting on the picnic table with an unlit cigar. I walked just a little further to a bridge over the creek. I could see the guy with his cigar from the bridge. He was rolling it with his fingers and putting it slowly in his mouth then out. He looked at me and nodded. I nodded back then walked over to him. And, if that was what he wanted to believe, why not. It was actually kind of sweet. We sat silently finishing our coffee, as I fantasized. I felt my panties getting wet and summoned the courage to put my hand on his.“C’mon Robert. You ready?”To the BedroomHe put down his cup and I led him into the house. My heart was pounding, as he closed the front door. He double locked it, while I closed windows and drew shades. When he came into the bedroom, I pointed to the rocking chair. He took his. The Royal Canadian Mounted Police busted him for an attempted honor killing. He wanted to run Fathiyah Al-Fatah and me down with his overpriced car after finding out we were together. What a crazy lunatic! Anyhow, we’re happily married and life couldn’t be better. I thank God for His blessings. Fathiyah and I got married inside a Catholic church in downtown Hartford, Connecticut. I applied for her to become a permanent resident of the United States of America. My gorgeous Saudi Arabian wife who.